Not doing so hot.
It’s good I’m not online, and there’s no one in my space. I would punch the first person to whine at me.
Rekindled some old friendships, in that wary ‘oh, yeah, you still kind of look like an asshole but I’m bored, let’s go see a movie, keep your hands where I can see them’ way.
Don’t waste my family’s money by having three hour long conversations with your slag ex-girlfriend. Kthx.
I find it difficult to go into the self-congratulatory whinefest that people get into when they write blog posts. <—oh wait, look, I got it right
So there’ll be no flowery avowals today. I wish I could dissapear with someone for a couple weeks, camp out. I wish there was a handprint sized bruise on my upper arm, and I wish my lip was split.
The end.
